The rigidity in space is high and it’s taking shape too, a multidimensional existence of surviving. we all like to survive in a way or another I guess. somewhat like surviving with point of views. for some stealing is fun, for some its a crime. in circumstances they both are right too. but the rigidity.
law is for one, law is for another. both get served. both get justice. then where is injustice? does it even exist? somewhere it does I guess. in loving memories, in bitter confrontation, in rigid hugs. it does.
And it is hard to maintain the abstract form, not taking shape, not moving space. not dying for we will keep living.
living in viewpoints are hard too as it is easier almost if you know how to unknow.. how the theory of nonexistence elongate with ashes and dusts, and with waves we keep for ourselves for another.
we all owe each others. we all have to tell our stories to someone or many of them. we owe the space for vacant neurons and brain stems to have a choice.
rigidity in space or
space between us.
Brotipriya 